Chapter Two

Adrian POV

"Urgh... Adrian...yes"

Reuben's voice pace through the room, as my warm hands grabs his erected straw. He jerks from my touch.

"Right..,there Ad..." His voice makes me roughly pushed his cute dick into my mouth. Tasting every salty liquid mixed up with the liquor I had from the bar.

The music still plays faintly from the background.

"Please Adrian... don't stop" I didn't, I never would. Instead I made a circle round the top of his reddish head of his cock. He whines excitedly, pulling my hair roughly. I tried smiling in between having his hot straw inside my greedy mouth. He jerked for the second time, unknowingly pushing more length of his rode inside my mouth. I sizes the opportunity to mouth glide him up and down, until my pace were becoming faster.

He couldn't stop himself from groaning in pleasure.

This was the same guy that didn't want me to come closer to him. But now...?

Fuck his dick starts moving on its own accord. I knew he was going to cum inside of me. 

This was the part I always enjoyed the most.

"Adrian, am about to cum..." I didn't mind his worried face, infact that was what makes me like him more. Those pretty cute innocent faces.

"Yes... Ben, cum for me... I need..." I couldn't finish up my words when I felt his hot liquid splashed down my throat.

"Ahh..." His body vibrates with pleasure.

I removed my mouth from his cock, my hands still holding firm to it so I could lick every of his fucking juice.

I took it close to my mouth, at first I didn't lick the dripping juice glowing all over his cock, instead I placed a soft kiss on the top of it's head. This should send another pleasure to him, and it did. I raised my head to face him, he gave a cute smile which I couldn't help returning.

Again my direction shifted to his dick, then I hungrily licked everything filled in salty taste of satisfaction.

His hands slowly moves from my already messy hair down to my chin.

He drew his face closer, hesitating at first as if asking for an approval. Before smashing his lips against mine. 

I returned it, dipping my tongue into his mouth sucking everything out from him. 

Gawd! This was what I have always fantasies about.

He wasn't just cute, but yet he was innocent, so clueless.

And I wished he wasn't going to be at this moment.

He suddenly pulled from the kiss.

"I...I want to do the same things you'd done to me... to you " His words sounded like a question.

"That's if you are going to be that bad as I was " My voice almost sounding like a challenge, but yes it was. I wanted to see how good he was. Or maybe bad.

He slowly starts pulling off my belt. He was just too slow, I had to help him.

And now my pants were also down, revealing just my underwear. 

His eyes frustratedly greedy to see.

"You want to see?" He eagerly nods. I just smirk darkly.

I pulled down my underwear, finally letting my hard monster off behind the bar. It pops, dingling left, right different directions as though it was excited.

I watched as his eyes glow with perplexion and astonishment.

"You aren't scared, are you...?" He raised his head to look at me. My eyes fixed on his, entirely lost in those beautiful grey eyes.

He suddenly grabbed on my hard awaiting dick, yet slowly.

I wanted more from him. But just that touch from him sent shivers down my spine.

I want this. We both do, obviously.

He continues gliding down my cock, while his other hand rubs the tip of my greedy monster.

Why was he going slow? Does he want me to beg for this?.

I'd gladly do that though I have always asked this from him. I was always fucking ready to get dirty with this saint.

"Urgh...fuck...damn" A weak groan escape from my mouth.

I turned my attention, I eyes searching for his, but then I felt something warm. No, warmer than I thought, was pressing round my dick. Fuck!.

How on earth did he get done there. Was I that lost in thought or...?

"Ben...! Fuck this, I want you " Another desperate words escape from my mouth, as I felt his teeth slightly bitting around my cock. 

Pleasures clouded within me as I enjoy the moment we were shamelessly having. Then another and more...

Shit! This guy is driving me nuts.

Where was all that innocent look of refusal? Was it just playing hard to get or he was already bad inside, just couldn't show his talent?.

I needed to confirm, so I  forcefully slided my full length dick into his small wide mouth. He choked, but I wasn't going to stop here.

I dragged his head down between my legs, his lips hitting roughly against my balls. He continued slowly coming out, in, and out again.

"Mmm..." His voice sounded like a female's. But still its cute.

And we went faster, dirtier for about 13 minutes, already soaked in our sweats, while dying in pleasure.

The room was filled with nothing more than the intoxicating smell of drunked alcohols and mixture of sweet smell of heat and cologne coming out of our body.

The smell seems to be driving us crazy enjoying the moment of giving pleasure and getting fucked.

"Fuck, harder!" I screamed in excitement. 

Finally pleased with satisfaction of fucking Reuben of all gay I'd ever felt something for. And yes, just as there are other people who aren't gay like us, we do choose or rather our hearts does choose who to love.

 We don't just have sex with anyone who isn't attractive to us. We do grow feelings, except it's a gay whore. 

And that, is something you will be getting to know if am part of or just a spoilt bad boy, everyone wants to have a night of hot pleasures with.

I didn’t blink.

I couldn’t.

My eyes were locked on the screen, my breath slower now… heavier… as the video played in silence between me and my thoughts.

Reuben.

Even seeing his name in my head tightened something in my chest.

The memory didn’t just come back—it dragged me under.

I remembered the heat of that night. The way the air had felt too thick, too close… like something was already building before either of us said a word.

He had stepped into my space first. Close enough for me to feel his breath. Close enough that I should have moved back.

I didn’t.

I never did with him.

My fingers tightened slightly against the table as I watched myself on the screen—watched the way my body had already given in before my mind could catch up.

Reuben had always been like that.

Confident,Yet his innocence, are the only excuse I could give . Slow. Dangerous in the way he looked at me like he already knew what I wanted—what I needed.

And I had let him.

God… I had let him.

Or he had let me? Maybe both.

I exhaled slowly, dragging my tongue across my lower lip as the memory sharpened.

The way his hands had moved… firm, claiming… like he wasn’t asking.

Like I was already his.

My chest rose and fell a little faster now.

I remembered the way I had reacted.

The way my body had answered him without hesitation. The way my eyes rolled backward with excitement.

The way every touch had sent heat rushing through me, building, tightening, pulling something deeper out of me that I never showed anyone else.

My jaw clenched.

Even now… watching it… remembering it…

My body reacted.

That same pull.

That same heat. Fuck!.

Damn it.

I dragged a hand down my face, my fingers pressing harder this time, trying to snap myself out of it—but it didn’t work.

Because the truth was…

I hadn’t just been involved in that moment.

I had wanted it.

Every second of it.

Every look.

Every touch.

Every breath that had left my lips like I had no control anymore.

And that was the part that burned the most.

Because it wasn’t just a mistake.

It was something I had chosen.

“Adrian.”

My mother’s voice cut through for the second time, my thoughts like a blade.

Sharp. Immediate.

I blinked, my body going still as the memory snapped apart, leaving me back in the dining room—but the heat didn’t leave me.

It stayed.

Lingering under my skin.

I rubbed my eyes with my fingers, slow and frustrated, exhaling under my breath.

“Seems like you’re pretty good at having sex,” she said, her tone calm, almost too calm. “Why not put that into the opposite gender?”

I let out a dry, humorless breath, lowering my hand as I looked at her.

“Fuck… Mom,” I muttered, my voice rough. “You know I didn’t mean for this to happen. And you know that I’m—”

The word stopped in my throat.

I hated saying it right now.

Hated how it sounded in this moment.

“…you know what I am.”

Her gaze didn’t soften.

“If that’s the case,” she replied smoothly, “then you will date Maria.”

My body tensed instantly. As I gave her a questioning look 'What does she has to do with all this?'.

“And you will have real sex with her,” she added, her voice firmer now. “If you want me to fix this mess.”

Silence dropped between us again.

Heavy. Pressing.

I stared at her, my jaw tight, my mind still half stuck in the memory I had just been dragged out of.

Date Maria?

Pretend?

Force something that had never once come naturally to me?

My fingers curled slightly against the table.

For the first time, something close to irritation—real irritation—rose in my chest.

But I didn’t argue.

Didn’t speak.

Because I knew her.

And I knew she meant every word.

She stood up calmly, like the conversation was already over, like my silence was agreement.

Like I didn’t have a choice.

I watched her as she began clearing the dishes, her movements neat, controlled, unaffected.

Then she turned and walked toward the kitchen without another word.

Leaving me alone.

Alone with my thoughts. Tried having sex with ladies, is so fucking weird. No, I can't stand it another time, and this is the moment were I wish dating the same gender as one's self was the general normal thing. Because how on earth can you be having sex with your opposite sex? Ugh, so weird.

Alone with the weight of everything pressing down on me.

My gaze dropped slightly, unfocused.

And without warning—

My mind drifted again.

Not to Maria.

Never to Maria.

But to that same heat.

That same pull.

That same dangerous feeling that I had never once questioned before…

Until now.